Heat 'n Greet

Story Sent in by Susan:

David was a blind date. One of those friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend situations that had high potential to go either way. When he first saw me, he said, "Damn! The heat it on!" and he unbuttoned his button-down shirt by a couple of buttons. Um, very attractive.

We sat down to dinner in a really loud family restaurant. We talked for a while and he asked me what my favorite grade in school was. I told him 12th, because college was only a year away.

He replied, "The heat is on!" again and unbuttoned another couple of buttons from his shirt, making his shirt about halfway unbuttoned. I could clearly see his chest and more, and I didn't really like what I saw.

When the check came, he took it and insisted on paying for everything. I thanked him and he said, "And so polite! The heat is on!" and he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. His full chest and gut were hanging out, and any appetite I had left were quite taken away.

"Why do you do that?" I asked him, hoping to make him just a little self-conscious.

"Because you're hot," he explained, "The heat is on!" He then pulled back his shirt a bit more so I could see more of his shoulders. There were kids around! What was he doing?

Once we were outside, I was ready to leave. He gave me a hug (with his shirt still open! Oy!) and asked me if he could kiss me.

I said, "Not on a first date. I'm sorry."

He gave me a sad look and stepped away, then buttoned up his shirt and said, "Later."

Guess I really turned the heat down.


  1. No way to get the heat on without turning a few dials first.

    Also, this is how I imagine that hug.

  2. That South Park GIF may be the greatest GIF ever.


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